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About Me

Ah, you don't really want to know, do you? You do? Gosh, how flattering. Well, I'm me, obviously. I'm a writer, baker of inedible cakes, mother of an indeterminate number of children (they keep moving, it's hard to count), dog owner, cat slave. Occupier of a crumbly old place in the crumbly old countryside in Yorkshire. And merciless self-publicist.

Sunday, 22 March 2015

I begin my latest Scribble Thinking, stare out of the window and hum a lot.

Last week I finished a book. This week I'm starting one.

I know a lot of people like to take a 'book holiday' between their works of genius, but since my brain is prone enough to taking mini-breaks whilst actually in the middle of a book - lolling around on a sun lounger with a glass of Pimms in one hand and a HobNob in the other (a surprisingly satisfying combination, if you've never tried it), sunglasses on, and a defiant approach to deadlines - I already feel well rested and up for starting a new Work In Progress. Although, since it is neither yet work, nor in progress, I feel a new term is called for. Something along the lines of Scribble Thinking.

Although, since you already know about my lack of drawing ability, this could be my latest book or a picture of my house.

So I find myself at that exciting state of writing, ie, the one where you don't actually have to do any work other than thinking up character names and backgrounds, but you really want to. In a couple of weeks, ie when I begin putting finger to keyboard, these positions will firmly reverse. I will have to do some work, but I will no longer want to. This is the precise point at which Scribble Thinking becomes Work In Progress. You will be able to time it exactly, should you wish... just ask me how the new book is coming along. Whilst I am in Scribble Thinking mode you will get an answer along the lines of 'oh, it's great! It's going to be a Bronze Age time-slip story, and there's this archaeological investigation and this carved stone and lots of mud and archaeologists and...' Ask me the same question once I've started Work In Progress mode, and you will be lucky to escape with the toggles still on your duffel coat.

So, I'm off to do some research now. This mainly consists of staring at pictures of Tony Robinson, looking out of the window and humming tunes to myself. If you'll excuse me...

I'm in the Pit of Despondency otherwise known as Work In Progress. Boohoo! I'm almost tempted to stare at pictures of TR if it will help, but in the meantime I'm going to hoover up industrial amounts of biscuits. Wishing you fair winds and girded loins for your writing journey.